work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5596,"","Found again searching ""empire"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry); And again searching ""heart"" and ""empire""; and again reading",2004-07-09 00:00:00 UTC,"On this lone island, whose unfruitful breast
Feeds but the summer-shepherd's little flock
With scanty herbage from the half-cloath'd rock,
Where osprays, cormorants and sea-mews rest;
Even in a scene so desolate and rude
I could with thee for months and years be blest;
And, of thy tenderness and love possest,
Find all my World in this wild solitude!
When Summer suns these northern seas illume
With thee admire the light's reflected charms,
And when drear Winter spreads his cheerless gloom,
Still find Elysium in thy shelt'ring arms:
For thou to me canst sov'reign bliss impart,
Thy mind my empire--and my throne thy heart.
(I, li, p. 51)",2011-10-06,14958,"•I've included twice in Government: Empire and Throne
•REVISED AER","""For thou to me canst sov'reign bliss impart, / Thy mind my empire--and my throne thy heart.""",Empire and Throne,2014-07-02 17:30:44 UTC,"Volume I, Sonnet LI"
5597,"",Reading,2004-07-09 00:00:00 UTC,"When welcome slumber sets my spirit free,
Forth to fictitious happiness it flies,
And where Elysian bowers of bliss arise,
I seem, my Emmeline--to meet with thee!
Ah! Fancy then, dissolving human ties,
Gives me the wishes of my soul to see;
Tears of fond pity fill thy soften'd eyes:
In heavenly harmony--our hearts agree.
Alas! these joys are mine in dreams alone,
When cruel Reason abdicates her throne!
Her harsh return condemns me to complain
Thro' life unpitied, unrelieved, unknown.
And as the dear delusions leave my brain,
She bids the truth recur--with aggravated pain.
",2011-10-06,14959,•This is one of the few poems in which the metaphor of Reason's abdication is positive. ,"""Alas! these joys are mine in dreams alone, / When cruel Reason abdicates her throne!""",Throne,2013-06-13 15:39:07 UTC,""
5769,Ruling Passion,Searching Michael Gamer's online collection of Radcliffe's poetry at http://www.english.upenn.edu/~mgamer/Etexts/radcliffepoems.html,2005-10-21 00:00:00 UTC," Then Memory wakes the magic smile,
Th' impassion'd voice, the melting eye,
That won't the trusting heart beguile,
And wakes again the hopeless sigh!
Her skill the glowing tints revive
Of scenes that Time had bade decay:
She bids the soften'd Passions live--
The Passions urge again their sway.
Yet o'er the long-regretted scene,
Thy song the grace of sorrow throws;
A melancholy charm serene,
More rare than all that mirth bestows.
Then hail, sweet Bird! and hail thy pensive tear!
To Taste, to Fancy, and to Virtue dear!""
(p. 182)",2013-05-13,15372,"","""She bids the soften'd Passions live--/ The Passions urge again their sway.""","",2013-05-31 22:50:01 UTC,""
5829,"",Reading,2003-07-28 00:00:00 UTC,"AH! why from me art thou for ever flown?
Why deaf to every agonising groan?
Not one short month for ten revolving years,
But pain within my frame its sceptre rears!
In each successive month full twelve long days
And tedious nights my sun withdraws his rays!
Leaves me in silent anguish on my bed,
Afflicting all the members in the head;
Through every particle the torture flies,
But centres in the temples, brain, and eyes;
The efforts of the hands and feet are vain,
While bows the head with agonising pain;
While heaves the breast th' unutterable sigh,
And the big tear drops from the languid eye.
For ah! my children want a mother's care,
A husband too should due assistance share;
Myself for action formed, would fain through life
Be found th' assiduous, valuable wife;
But now, behold, I live unfit for aught;
Inactive half my days except in thought,
And this so vague while torture clogs my hours,
I sigh, 'Oh, 'twill derange my mental powers,
Or but its dire excess dissolve my sight,
And thus entomb me in perpetual night!'
(ll. 1-24, p. 378)",,15550, •More headaches (see previous). Clinical and figurative description of headache pain. ,"""Not one short month for ten revolving years, / But pain within my frame its sceptre rears!""","",2014-08-21 15:45:27 UTC,Excerpted in Lonsdale
5870,"","Searching ""faction"" and ""bosom"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-24 00:00:00 UTC,In that soft Bosom where no Faction reigns seek thy Asylum.,,15610,On title page. Is this a quotation? ,"""In that soft Bosom where no Faction reigns seek thy Asylum.""","",2013-11-13 04:41:20 UTC,Epigraph
6046,"","Searching ""throne"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-07-09 00:00:00 UTC,"Turn to the Nobles! there let Pity view
The many suff'ring for the guilty few!
Perish the wretch who, sanction'd by his birth,
Presumes to persecute the child of worth!
Perish the wretch who tarnishes descent
By the vile vaunting of a life ill spent!
Who sullies proud propinquity of blood,
Yet frowns indignant on the low-born Good!
Who shields his recreant bosom with a name;
And, first in Infamy, is last in Fame!
Yet let Reflection's eye discriminate
The difference 'twixt the mighty and the great!
Virtue is still illustrious, still sublime,
In ev'ry station, and in ev'ry clime!
Truth can derive no eminence from birth,
Rich in the proud supremacy of worth;
Its blest dominion vast and unconfin'd,
Its crown eternal, and its throne the mind!
Then Heav'n forbid that prejudice should scan
With jaundic'd eye the dignities of man!
That Persecution's agonizing rod
Should boldly smite the ""noblest work of God!""
That Rank should be a crime, and Genius hurl'd
A mournful wand'rer on the pitying world!
Yet Heav'n forbid that Ignorance should rise
On the dread basis where Religion dies!
That Liberty, immortal as the spheres,
Should steep her Laurel in a nation's tears!
Oh, falsely nam'd! Does Liberty require
The Child should perish for the guilty Sire?
Does Liberty inspire the Atheist's breast
To mock his God, and make his laws a jest?
Does Liberty with barbarous fetters bind
Her first-born hope, the freedom of the mind?
Hence, bold Usurper of that heav'n-taught pow'r,
Which wings with ecstacy man's transient hour!
Which bids the eye of Reason cloudless shine,
And gives Mortality a charm divine!
'Midst the wild winds, the lordly cedar tow'rs;
Progressive days invigorate its pow'rs;
The earlier branches, with'ring as they spread,
Round the firm root their coarsest foliage shed;
While the proud Tree its verdant head rears high,
Waves to the blast, and seems to pierce the sky;
Till the rich trunk, matur'd by length'ning years,
Through all their wondrous changes, braves the spheres;
Flings its rich fragrance on the gales that sweep
The humid forehead of the mountain's steep;
Mocks the fierce rage of elemental war,
The bolt's red sulphur, and the thunder's jar;
And, when around the shatter'd fragments lie,
The stricken victims of th' infuriate sky--
Amidst the wrecks of Nature seems to climb
Supremely grand, and awfully sublime!",,16032,•I've included twice under Government under Monarch: Crown and Throne.,"""Truth can derive no eminence from birth, / Rich in the proud supremacy of worth; / Its blest dominion vast and unconfin'd, / Its crown eternal, and its throne the mind!""",Empire,2013-10-15 17:42:06 UTC,""
6048,"","Searching ""throne"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-07-27 00:00:00 UTC,"When resignation, bending from the sky,
Steals the fond lingering tear from virtue's eye;
When the keen agonies of grief are flown,
And reason triumphs on her tranquil throne;
The Muse to worth and genius tunes her lyre,
While the chords glisten with celestial fire:
The Muse, in strains untutor'd, and unsought,
Soars on the pinions of enraptur'd thought;
While memory to her eagle eye pourtrays
The lustrous tablet of a nation's praise;
While fame, exulting, spreads her fost'ring wings,
And truth spontaneous sweeps the bounding strings!
Hark! the full chords in mystic sounds aspire,
To swell the chorus of the heavenly choir!
Where, to seraphic harps, ethereal borne,
The song of patience bids us cease to mourn;
Contemns the tear that gems each kindred eye,
Calms the quick throb, and checks the frequent sigh!
While, 'midst the blaze of pure Promethean light,
The meek-ey'd cherub bends to mortal sight!
See from her dazzling wing soft essence pour
Heaven's sacred balm for mis'ry's darkest hour;
When Fate inexorable deals her blow
O'er this rude wilderness of human woe,
'Till virtue, pointing out the purer mind,
Secures the gem, and leaves the dross behind,
Claims the bright spirit from its native clod,
And bears it, spotless, to the sight of God!
Yet, Reynolds, while the winged minstrels join
In all the melodies of sounds divine,
Round thy cold image, on its icy bed,
Some light illumes the mansion of the dead;
An unextinguish'd light, that gilds the gloom
Where weeping genius guards her fav'rite's tomb!
Brightly it shines where thy pure ashes sleep;
And while pale melancholy hides to weep,
Fame, with glittering wing, shall fan the fire,
To shed new lustre on the Muse's lyre!",,16037,"","Reason may ""triumph on her tranquil throne:","",2009-09-14 19:45:29 UTC,""
6051,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""empire"" in HDIS (Poetry); stanza also found in The Beauties of Mr. Robinson (1791), pp. 44-5. <Link to ECCO>",2004-08-22 00:00:00 UTC,"Yet let Ambition hold a temp'rate sway,
When Virtue rules--'tis Rapture to obey;
Man can but reign his transitory hour,
And love may bind--when fear has lost its pow'r.
Proud may he be who nobly acts his part,
Who boasts the empire of each subject's heart,
Whose worth exulting millions shall approve,
Whose richest treasure--is a Nation's Love.
(Cf. p. 15 in 1790 printing)",,16040,"Poem headed ""Liberty"" in Beauties. Found earliest printing in ECCO. ","""Proud may he be who nobly acts his part, / Who boasts the empire of each subject's heart.""",Empire,2013-10-15 17:08:14 UTC,""
7108,"",Reading,2011-10-06 21:56:00 UTC,"Sonnet XLVII.
To Fancy
Thee Queen of Shadows!--shall I still invoke,
Still love the scenes thy sportive pencil drew,
When on mine eyes the early radiance broke
Which shew'd the beauteous, rather than the true!
Alas! long since, those glowing tints are dead,
And now 'tis thine in darkest hues to dress
The spot where pale Experience hangs her head
O'er the sad grave of murder'd Happiness!
Thro' thy false medium then, no longer view'd,
May fancied pain and fancied pleasure fly,
And I, as from me all thy dreams depart,
Be to my wayward destiny subdu'd;
Nor seek perfection with a poet's eye,
Nor suffer anguish with a poet's heart!",,19258,"","""Thee Queen of Shadows! [Fancy]--shall I still invoke, / Still love the scenes thy sportive pencil drew, / When on mine eyes the early radiance broke / Which shew'd the beauteous, rather than the true!""","",2013-06-13 15:46:46 UTC,""
7432,"",Reading,2013-06-13 16:17:16 UTC,"Sonnet LXXXV.
The fairest flowers are gone! for tempests fell,
And with wild wing swept some unblown away,
While on the upland lawn or rocky dell
More faded in the day-star's ardent ray;
And scarce the copse, or hedge-row shade beneath,
Or by the runnel's grassy course appear
Some lingering blossoms of the earlier year,
Mingling bright florets, in the yellow wreath
That Autumn with his poppies and his corn
Binds on his tawny temples--So the schemes
Rais'd by fond Hope in youth's unclouded morn,
While sanguine youth enjoys delusive dreams,
Experience withers; till scarce one remains
Flattering the languid heart, where only Reason reigns!",,20623,"","""So the schemes / Rais'd by fond Hope in youth's unclouded morn, / While sanguine youth enjoys delusive dreams, / Experience withers; till scarce one remains / Flattering the languid heart, where only Reason reigns!""","",2013-06-13 16:17:35 UTC,""